#freiha

▌ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ - ɢᴀᴢᴇʟʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴ ♫ i feel empty, i feel dark; i remark, i am mesmerised by my own beat ✎ the war the orcish horde wages upon the draenei costs freiha her beloved eldest sister and her grandmother. hiding in the dark and dreary mushroom forests of zangarmarsh brings further tragedy when her remaining sister and brother disappear and are declared dead. and when the exodar crashes upon azeroth, it claims the lives of her parents. she is left alone in a strange new world, wracked with guilt and grief for being the sole survivor of her family.

▌ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏɪɴs - ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ♫ i've got no destination, no place to call my own; i'll explore the constellations 'til i find the course i mean to hold ✎ as freiha sets out beyond azuremyst and into the wider world, she finds herself simultaneously mourning all she’s lost and terrified of whatever is on the horizon. as it stands, she doesn’t belong anywhere and feels directionless.

▌ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ's ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ—ғɪɴᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ ɪx) - ᴀʟᴇx ᴍᴏᴜᴋᴀʟᴀ, ᴇɴʀɪᴄᴏ ᴅᴇɪᴀɴᴀ ♫ [instrumental] ✎ life on azeroth proves to be difficult and dangerous. if it isn’t the unfamiliar and hostile animal species, it’s the people—far too many times, freiha is forced to defend herself, sometimes to the point of killing. survival is the goal as she moves across azeroth, doing whatever she must in order to get by in a world that has been little more than harsh and treacherous since she arrived.

▌ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴏᴛ's ɢᴏɴᴇ - sᴀɴᴛɪɢᴏʟᴅ ♫ oh i’m armed and dangerous, and i’m deafened by the fray; waiting for the day i’m able and i set it on its way ✎ time marches on, leaving freiha feeling more and more desolate. she has become a hardened warrior by now, as deadly as—if not more than—those who seek to harm her. however, she often finds herself thinking this was never who she was meant to be. will she ever know peace in her life again, or is this truly the way for her from now on?

▌ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ ♫ still there are darkened places deep in my heart; where once was blazing light, now there's a tiny spark ✎ continuously separated from her own scattered people, and missing what it’s like to be part of draenic society and culture rather than the hodgepodge of denizens comprising azeroth, freiha laments the transient nature of her existence. she has far diverged from the woman she once was decades ago, now a dispassionate and deeply withdrawn individual.

▌ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ - ɪᴏ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ♫ cool head, steady trigger finger ✎ freiha becomes renowned in small circles as a highly skilled sniper. her expertise is often requested for a variety of things, from collecting animal samples for researchers, to eliminating dangerous targets threatening unprotected villages. she takes pride in her ability, and executes each task with disciplined efficiency.

▌ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss - ᴀ ғɪɴᴇ ғʀᴇɴᴢʏ ♫ running against the wind, playing the cards you get; something is bound to give ✎ for the first time since the collapse of her people’s civilization on draenor, freiha believes she is finally discovering something akin to happiness. she has been reunited with her missing siblings, has managed to establish other close relationships—including a romantic partner and later, an adopted son—and feels as though she’s at last found purpose upon joining the sha’tor. however, apprehension and fear still lurk in the corners of her mind, always reminding her that everything can crumble in an instant.

▌ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ/ʙᴇɪғᴏɴɢ's sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ (ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴋᴏʀʀᴀ) - ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍʏ ᴢᴜᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ♫ [instrumental] ✎ after unknowingly falling under the sway of the void entity known as “the hound,” freiha’s mind is possessed and she is turned against her comrades. in the midst of a standoff with her beloved, the void catches sight of the dormant light within her, and moves to snuff it out—by forcing her to turn her own spear on herself, resulting in her death. varistus quickly intervenes, resurrecting her and giving her a second chance at life. but is it really as much of a blessing as it seems?

▌ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄᴇ - sᴏʜɴ ♫ ‘cause my shoulders couldn't hold that weight for long ✎ in the time following her death and resurrection, freiha is plagued by dark thoughts and darker dreams pertaining to the events that transpired, from her possession and being powerless to stop herself, to way it felt as her life slipped from her. she tries to maintain her composure and carry on with her life, but she feels different all the way down to her core. tiny cracks are beginning to show in her once sturdy and carefully crafted facade.

▌ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ - ʏᴀs ♫ there's a war inside my head, and i'm drowning in regret ✎ further issues build up at an alarming rate. first, her family begins to splinter: the boy she called her son is reclaimed by long-lost parents; her sister disappears after a traumatic experience of her own, severing one more support avenue and robbing her of the opportunity to offer the same; her closest friend, like another sister to her, is often long gone; and her own mate begins to push her away following his conversion to lightforged. in addition, she is still struggling with newly awakened power, something which she feels both fear and resentment toward. she is left teetering on the edge of desolation once more, everything seemingly coming apart at the seams.

▌ ʀᴏᴀᴅs - ᴘᴏʀᴛɪsʜᴇᴀᴅ ♫ never found our way, regardless of what they say; how can it feel this wrong? ✎ the love she’d found is lost. she doesn’t know how to be there for him, nor does he seem capable of doing the same for her. the weight of their individual traumas upon both of them proves too heavy to bear, and ultimately drives them apart.

▌ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ (ғɪɴᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ xɪɪɪ) - ᴍᴀsᴀsʜɪ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴜᴢᴜ ♫ [instrumental] ✎ if there is one thing she doesn’t feel entirely helpless against and is determined to gain control of, it’s the light that has manifested in the wake of her resurrection. she seeks out her grandfather to train her; however, the process is difficult, painful, and downright infuriating at times. all the angst and baggage she's carrying prevents her from being a clear and open conduit for the light, and much like with lightforging, she must learn to let go and allow herself to be reshaped.

▌ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs - ᴏғ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ♫ i'll be a stone, i'll be the hunter, a tower that casts a shade ✎ though freiha succeeds in harnessing her new abilities and shedding the majority of her burdens, she nonetheless reverts largely to her former self—cold, taciturn, and left with a hardened resolution for the future. there will be no more foolish mistakes, no lowering of her guard. everything will be met with caution and solely in the interest of self-preservation.

▌ ᴄʀᴀsʜ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs (ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɪ) - ʀᴏᴄᴄᴏ ᴅᴇʟᴜᴄᴀ ♫ may i stand unshaken amidst, amidst a crash of worlds ✎ the mantra for someone who has lost so much and refuses to lose more.